1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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